King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 316 - 142: Bright Jade Technique Freezes the Demoness, Hundred Victories Saber Shatters the Phantom Sword (Part 2)

She solemnly said, "I remember. I will strictly follow your instructions and never make the same mistake again. I will cherish this rare opportunity and use the power I’ve gained to pursue a higher realm. I will not let you down."

In reality, Liu Tingting’s longing and obsession with cultivating immortality had never dissipated. Her apparent remorse and compliance were merely expedient measures. Deep in her heart, the obsession with becoming immortal burned like a raging fire, growing ever more intense.

Shi Feiyang’s eyes were as deep as an abyss, gazing at Liu Tingting for a long time. The sweetness of past memories and the present betrayal intertwined in his heart, stirring up a mix of bitterness and longing. He slightly opened his mouth, but it only turned into a long and heavy sigh, as if trying to release all the complex emotions from his heart. He slowly extended his hand, with delayed and reluctant movements, and gently held out an ancient book from the slightly worn deerskin pouch at his waist. The cover, bearing the three large characters "Tai Xuan Jing," gleamed with the luster of ages.

His hand trembled slightly as he handed the "Tai Xuan Jing" to Liu Tingting, his voice soft but filled with undeniable expectation and entrustment: "Tingting, this ’Tai Xuan Jing’ contains endless cultivation secrets. If you cultivate diligently, you can at least reach a state between a person and an immortal. Once you become immortal, place it atop the Holy Mother Peak. When our son grows up, let him climb the Holy Mother Peak and personally retrieve this book. I don’t hope for him to become immortal, only that he may comprehend the mysteries within the scripture and achieve success in cultivation."

Shi Feiyang’s words echoed through the cave, with each word carrying his hopes for the future and his final tenderness towards Liu Tingting. After speaking, Shi Feiyang gave Liu Tingting a deep look, his gaze filled with longing, reluctance, and helplessness, as if imprinting this once-loved woman in his heart one last time.

He spoke no more, slowly turning around, his steps as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Vermilion Bird and White Tiger followed behind him, silent and loyal, seemingly sensing the sorrow in their master’s heart.

Seeing this, Liu Tingting felt a tightness in her heart, tears streaming down as she cried out, "Feiyang, will you not let me return to your side? What if I bear your child?" Her cry, filled with endless grief and plea, echoed through the cave.

Shi Feiyang paused for a moment, but his steps did not stop.

His lips moved slightly, but ultimately no words were spoken.

His heart was filled with complex emotions. From acquaintance and knowledge to the current betrayal, he had been schemed against by Liu Tingting too many times.

Each hurt was like a sharp blade, leaving scars across his heart, which was now riddled with wounds.

He feared that Liu Tingting might have another scheme, and if that happened, he wasn’t sure if he could remain soft-hearted. If truly faced with it, how could he bear to raise a blade against the neck of someone he once loved deeply?

Outside the cave, the cold wind remained piercing, cutting against Shi Feiyang’s face like a knife.

But he took a deep breath, a breath that seemed to carry the unique freshness and freedom of the forest, slightly relieving the oppression in his heart.

He knew he had finally shed this heavy burden. Though the process was full of pain, at this moment, he felt a sense of unprecedented lightness.

Shi Feiyang, along with Vermilion Bird and White Tiger, resolutely stepped forward toward the unknown.

Though there was still reluctance in his heart, he understood it was for his own future, to avoid getting hurt again.

He wanted to find, in this new journey, that unburdened, free self once more.

In the distant Western Regions, a mysterious organization lay hidden, like a giant beast lurking in the dark abyss.

This organization had long made its base in the depths of the desert’s Black Wind Valley, where it thrived year-round amidst the swirling sands and treacherous terrain, making it both secretive and powerful, seemingly isolated from the outside world’s clamor.

Yet, Zhong Renwang’s sinister gaze and Xie Zhichuan’s twisted heart, like two evil seeds, quietly took root in this darkness.

Zhong Renwang harbored malicious intents, his sinister appearance seemingly etched into his very bones. To achieve his goals, he would stop at nothing, his sly eyes constantly flashing with the glimmer of calculation. And Xie Zhichuan, whose psyche had long been twisted beyond recognition, was consumed by a greedy desire for power and wealth, like an insatiable black hole devouring his remaining conscience.

Under their incitement and lucrative enticement, this once silent organization finally decided to break its calm, thus commencing a storm of bloodshed.

They rode on exceptionally fierce Black Wind Beasts, whose massive bodies emitted a black aura. Each roar caused the earth to tremble. The evildoers, driven by Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan, crossed the vast desert, advancing toward the Central Plains, with their sights set on Heng Mountain.

Atop Heng Mountain, Nun Chixia, along with her disciples Yili, Liao Ran, Ruo Ran, and other nuns, stood on high alert.

Nun Chixia was highly skilled in martial arts, and her years of training had brought her "Cloud Mist Swordsmanship" to a state of consummate skill.

Her gaze was firm, her demeanor solemn, like an imposing mountain, unshakable.

The fierce battle was on the brink of breaking out. The villainous forces of Black Wind Valley, under the command of Zhong Renwang and Xie Zhichuan, charged at Nun Chixia’s disciples like a pack of ravenous wolves with claws bared.

Their eyes were filled with greed and ferocity, their weapons glinting with a cold light, each move brimming with lethal threat.

These scoundrels, having taken money, regarded human life with utter disregard, shamelessly and basely taking lives without any moral boundary.